Once at the airport, we picked up our car rental, a Chevy Tahoe, nothing like my Jeep.
As we headed South to our lakeside cabin, my oldest son commented on how he could tell we were out of the big city by the taste in his mouth. He said, he couldn't taste the pollution here in Minnesota. Southern Minnesota in July = miles and miles of farmlands, lots and lots of lakes, sunny skies, and a whole lot of lake-fresh air. Perfect Jeep driving conditions. But I was without.
What a perfect place to be driving my Jeep Wrangler Unlimited. Wind in my face, sun on my skin, wearing my new hat, and all that pollution-free fresh air. Oh, how I wish I was driving my Jeep Wrangler Unlimited! Just like these folks. Jeep Jealousy!.